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werecreature-addicted · 20 hours
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glory hole where different kinds of monsters come through to fuck your mouth and you have to guess what creature it was based just on their dick and their cum, if you get it wrong uh oh! that's another hour you have to work the hole. At first, you're getting them wrong on purpose so you can spend more time sucking dick but at some point, you're too fucked out to even speak let alone guess. you might just be trapped here forever.
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20tmblwd01 · 2 days
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Imagine getting fucked by a ghost or an invisible force in front of a mirror. There’s nothing you can do but feel and see your gaping pussy. The best part is that you never know when they’re going to fuck you again since you can’t see them <3
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geomimetry · 2 days
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flowers for the boyfriend
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fallenxangel-13 · 3 days
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possessive guardian angel consumed by jealousy. his watchful gaze shields you from prying human eyes, carnal urges to ensnare you eclipsing his celestial duty. large feathered wings enveloping you, his warm embrace. safe yet smothered, you dwell in what seems an act of god's love.
possessive guardian angel who happens to be a fallen angel (me).
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luvccm · 2 days
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yk...boothil being a robot got a lot of potential in turning into a live incubator kinda thing. imagine ur a monster who lays eggs to reproduce, boothill would be a perfect candidate. his artificial body being able to stretch and adjust his insides to accept your eggs no matter how big or how many. his stomach would be so big afterward. and when the eggs are ready to come out, you sit beside him. your hand stretches and works his hole open, easing your eggs out.
you have a mirror in front of you two, watching as your eggs—your future children - are pushed out of his body. boothill quivers and shakes against you, mouth hanged open to scream out in pain, but no sound comes out. he lays limp against you when the last one is out, his body realses steam, working over time to keep him from overheating. his hole is still gaping, a mixture of your cum and his coolant drips leaks out of it.
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ikotanart · 2 days
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Little mew mew
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whiskyguts · 3 days
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doodle befor sleep
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mikrotyalm13 · 3 days
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monster under your bed bot is here bc people asked for it sorry it took so long Í̷̛̖ ̸͉̻͌Ḁ̵̋̽M̶̝͕͗ ̸̨͉͑S̶̢̗̄̀O̴̹̤̽͗ ̷̢̹͂͠S̵̲̐L̴̫͑̾Ȏ̴̘͜͝W̵̛͚͈͛ yeah my guy has a silly name... don't be mean
c.ai bot link 👁
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beastsoulart · 8 months
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The only ship dynamic that 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 🖤
Monster X Human
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spidersandclowns · 7 months
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Should’ve read the fine print...
Minors DNI
Warning(s): NSFW, dubcon
Fem!Reader
Authors Note: First time; necessary feedback, pls! Taking requests!
It’s been about a week since you’ve moved into your new apartment. Everything about it was perfect except for one thing: you’ve explored every room but one, which was locked for some reason. (If only you had read the entire catalog ad, you would’ve understood why and that all past tenants never stayed too long). You complained about it to your landlord, who hired a locksmith free of charge, thankfully. This is what your actions have come to, sadly: you, standing before hundreds of slimy, purple tentacles, coming from all around the mystery room.
You try and back away quietly toward the door in hopes of being able to leave unnoticed. Pitifully, the floorboards creek(damn, this shitty building). The tentacles immediately move in your direction as you run for the door, only to be blocked off by more tentacles. They push you to the ground and squeeze around your arms and legs, probing at your torse.
They’re not hurting you; they seem pretty curious, actually. The tentacle's touch is soft and gentle. One tentacle stops at your face...it’s...caressing your cheek? Their touches were seemingly affectionate at first but quickly became provocative. They began to slip under your clothes, feeling you up.
Again, their touch was gentle but still violating nonetheless; they groped your breasts, sucking on your nipples and coiling around them. You try and keep as much dignity you have left, biting your lip to hold back your moans. The tentacles seem to sense your defiance and dislike it very much. They tear through your clothing, leaving only your thin panties to cover you. They curl around your thighs, spreading your legs to tease you, rubbing against your clothed cunt, and nuzzling your clit; their suckers find it and abuse the little bundle of nerves.
A blissful whine escapes your lips; you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. The tentacles stroke your body with satisfaction, assumingly rewarding you for your submission. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your sense of dignity is long gone by now; you’re a wailing mess. Hair sticking to your sweat-coated skin, tear-filled eyes rolled up into your head, and while your mouth hangs open with a bead of drool leaking from the side.
The tentacles can sense your arousal, not to mention your drenched underwear. They move your panties to the side and continue to toy with your aching pussy, stroking your wet hole and sucking on your sore clit until you cum.
The tentacles let you catch your breath, lovingly massaging your body. Soon enough, you’re suspended in the air as more tentacles hold you, creating a makeshift bed to place you comfortably. Another tentacle approaches your face again, latching itself to your mouth and pushing past your lips to curl around your tongue. Is this its way of kissing you? Is it showing affection?
It’s a bit gross, but the tentacles mean well. Your body suddenly jolts as you feel a tentacle push against your sopping hole. It uses its suckers to tease you again, but as you grind yourself against it, the tentacle penetrates you, pressing against your walls to search for your sweet spot. The tentacle in your mouth begins to thrust in and out as you feel another tentacle enter your ass. The tentacle in your pussy moves rhythmically with the others as it’s sucker hit your g-spot. At this point, your mind is nothing but mush. All you see are white spots as your legs quake under the tentacles, unable to hold yourself up longer.
The tentacles wrap around your waist and lift you. You’re now ass up, face down, and being fucked mercilessly in all three holes. You can’t take it; it’s too good, too much, too many. You feel more tentacles enter your already full holes. Doesn’t this monster know you have a limit?
It doesn’t care, really. All it wants is to see you cum, and cum, again. You can feel yourself getting dizzier after each orgasm, one after another. Before you know it, you’re waking up from your fucked out haze. The tentacles seemed to have stopped fucking your brains out a while ago; they’re all curled up around your protectively, some still inside you. You try and crawl towards the door, but you’re body is useless at this point.
The tentacles drag you back to them, curling around to massage your worn-out body. It seems you won’t be leaving this room any time soon...or ever.
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Might as well move your stuff in here.
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Need a biblically accurate angel who’s borderline insanely obsessed with their s/o, and the s/o who’s also obsessed with them, equally in an unhinged way.
The s/o not scared when Angel kills, and leaves the bodies as gifts. If anything they only love them more.
"We could be good for each other," he lies. you both know that is far from true, you are a lot of things for the other. Indulgent. devoted. blasphemous. but "good" was not on that list.
You were his god in human form, the beautiful creature Prometheus stole fire for, and the divine being that Lucifer loved above all else, even in his fall. You are beautiful, mortal, sacred, and his whole universe.
Worshiping you comes as easy as breathing, killing comes just as effortlessly too. Anything that would dare threaten you must be crushed before it could cast a shadow at your feet. That's only half of the reason he kills, to keep you safe, the other half is tribute. Sacrifices to lay down in your honor, he can think of no better way for a human life to end. not to mention the jealousy. Does he love you? certainly, does he love you? harder to say. he didn't think angels could love, but he does obsess over you and that's close enough, right?
You're no better, of course, you take the murder and the stalking in stride. you know all he wants is your praise, and you're more than happy to lavish him with it. what a good weapon he is, always at your fingertips. you're happy to keep him happy, especially when he surprises you with your enemy's head on a golden plate.
And you won't deny it. his affections are flattering, he seems to find you earth-shatteringly beautiful. You like that. it's nice being wanted, it's easy to return his feelings, and you could see yourself falling deeply in love with him if you let yourself.
"We could be good for each other," you agree, cupping his bloody face in your hands, not his blood of course. "very good" you add doubling down on the lie.
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theres-a-body-here · 3 months
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Having a Minotaur Boyfriend would be so fucking funny
Like imagine crying on the couch and you hear his thunderous, big body SUV built ass footsteps approach you.
"Baby, what's wrong," he says tenderly as he rubs your shoulder.
You look up to explain how bad your day was with tears in your eyes and you fucking see this:
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I made a small drabble based on this
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ozzgin · 5 days
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Yandere! House Monster x Reader
Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.
Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)
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You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.
Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.
It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.
"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"
One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.
The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.
"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.
Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.
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fallenxangel-13 · 1 day
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god, imagine priests performing an exorcism on a possessed nun under the guidance of the devil's touch. watching the defiled virgin strip before them, collapsing to her knees, battered, legs splayed like angelic wings — quivering with pleasure from ghostly hands roaming inside her. let this serve as a reminder this little lamb is mine to slaughter.
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queer--king · 3 months
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Teasing your vampire boyfriend by revoking his access to your room. He's stuck at the doorway watching you play with yourself, knowing he's forbidden you from touching what's his without permission.
His claws digging into the doorframe, splintering the wood and snarling loud enough to echo through the room.
You know when you invite him in again he's going to absolutely wreck you .. But its too much fun watching him angrily fist his cock, growling all the things he's going to do to you.
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fae-fvcker · 6 months
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NSFW 18+
Attending a faerie ball and making eye contact across the ballroom with a dragonfly-winged faerie
Dancing the night away with them when they ask if you want to go somewhere more private
Going to the palace room where they're staying and you can't get each other's clothes off fast enough
Kissing them with desperation, their fingers gripping your jaw and their long tongue pressing into your mouth
Unbuttoning their breeches to reveal two erect cocks, both impressive in size and ridged along the bottom of the shafts
The faerie pressing your back against the fur- covered bed before kneeling and filling your cunt with their tongue, nudging your sensitive clit until you come undone
Lapping up the juices from your dripping cunt, leaving love marks on your thighs, kissing their way up to bury their face in your neck
The lower cock sliding into your wanting cunt, the ridged base of the upper grinding against your clit
Bottoming out, sharing wanton sounds of pleasure, hands grasping at your hips, lips kissing your neck, wings fluttering with a hum
Pulling out, leaving you momentarily empty, realigning their twin cocks to fill both of your holes at once
Working their lengths in, stretching you, euphoria filling your body just as their cocks fill you, ridges touching you deliciously
Their deft fingers working your clit, bringing you rolling orgasms, relishing your moans, licking up your neck to suck on your ear
Wings beating frantically as they spill their seed, both cocks twitching and swelling to seal their seed within your cunt and ass
Lips pressing into yours to kiss you deeply, fingers gently massaging your clit to encourage you to keep cumming around their swollen cocks
Laying there panting until they unseal, their cum spilling out of both of your holes as they pull away, returning to lap at your folds with their tongue, cleaning you up
The faerie holding you to their chest that night as you sleep nestled in their arms
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